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by Shadow Lord

Part 1

As Suzy Jenkins, 35, was walking past her 18 -year - old son Jack’s room one day, she heard a moan. The door was slightly ajar, so she peeked through the crack. The sight that struck Suzy’s eyes floored her.

Jack was masturbating. Of course, this fact alone came as no surprise to Suzy. She knew that all boys and most girls masturbated. She just considered it a way to relieve sexual urges when the real thing wasn’t available. Hell, she even did it herself sometimes when she read her romance novels.

But what flabbergasted her was her son’s penis - it was immense. Suzy could see that it was at least 9 inches in length and thicker than her wrist. She stared as Jack slowly stroked his massive cock. Suzy gaped at his huge red cock-head, like a small apple and glistening with pre-cum, and his white shaft, blue-veined like a mighty marble column. She saw her son’s hen’s egg size testicles.

My God!, Suzy thought, stunned. Look at the size of Jack’s co ... thing ... Then she thought of her husband Mike’s penis - just 4 inches long and not much thicker than his finger - saying to herself (and not without pride): He must get it from my genes!

Suzy kept watching, fascinated, as Jack continued to masturbate for what seemed to her an eternity. She couldn’t avoid contrasting her son’s amazing sexual control with his father’s pathetic lack of same. Mike was a good man who worked hard and really loved his wife, but he was also a premature ejaculator. He was only good for 10 or 12 desperate thrusts when he entered her - that is, when he made it that far at all.

Suzy heard nasty wet noises as Jack picked up the pace of his strokes. Involuntarily, Suzy’s vagina began to tingle and moisten.

by Samantha Poisson

Albert was sitting in front of the living room TV when his mother came home from her date. She glanced at him suspiciously as she stepped in the front door closing it behind her. “Were you waiting up for me young man?”

The sixteen-year-old looked down at his lap sheepishly and smiled. “Sort of,” he replied honestly.